last night, i was flipping through the stations looking for something to watch when i came across "war photographer". i pressed info on the remote and the description came up as:
filmmaker christian frei follows photojournalist james nachtwey in kosovo, indonesia, palestine and rwanda.
naturally, i was intrigued because of the photography aspect of it. i turned it on and the first image i see is a woman from kosovo, wailing. her son (i believe) was killed. i really didn't know what i was getting into since i missed the first half hour of the documentary.
as i was getting roped into watching this show, i watched the photos come across the screen. each told it's own story without words. there was a batch of pictures of a family that lived between a pair of railroad tracks on a cardboard box. the father lost an arm and a leg. he was trying to keep his family together and trying his best to take care of them.
there were many photographs that spoke out. i would love to be able to have that ability. to take images and just let them speak for themselves. . .